Ode to Scooby

One year ago, you came into our home,

A manic, hefty puggle of one,

Noah picked you out, love at first sight,

He saw you and knew you would be fun.

But not I, oh no, I saw trouble with fur,

You’re my little boy’s pup, not mine.

I’ll clean up your piles and buy the dog food,

But no affection, that’s where I draw the line.

You proved very quickly a startling trait,

Your colon blew often and everywhere,

I almost wrenched your puggle neck trying to teach you “Outside!”

But finally poopage occurred in the outside air.

You chewed my furniture with your little underbite,

Like it was your right, your duty to do,

Again, I thought we should throw you back,

Get a poodle or a mutt, just not you.




But then…

You started sitting on my toes every day when I’d write,

You’d look at me with tender big eyes,

You nursed me when I was sick with your sweet little fur,

And I loved watching you wrestle with my guys.



You started to chase bunnies and inspired me to chase mine,

You began cuddling with me at night,

I tried to resist becoming attached to a dog,

But your paws inched their way into my life.



And now…

You’re my baby, my Scooby, my precious little dog,

I wouldn’t trade you in for the world,

You follow me around and sit on my lap,

Hefty puggle wrapped up into a sweet little curl.







Noah and you still wrestle and John and you watch TV,

You still chase bunnies and love the dog park,

Your colon still blows, no a lot hasn’t changed,

Except you Scooby Doo are now in my heart.